Highlander Page #3

This is Brenda Wyatt,

Mr. Nash.

We've already met, Rachel.

What can I do for you?

I'd like some advice.

Are you someone

who takes advice?

That depends.

Advice about what?

What can you tell me

about a seven-foot lunatic...

hacking away with a broadsword...

at one in the morning,

New York City, 1985?

Not much.

A Japanese sword

dated 600 B.C...

the metal folded 200 times?

I don't deal

in exotic weapons.

May I show you something

in 18th-century silver?

That's not why I came.

You know it.

Do you cook?

Why?

I thought

we might have dinner.

Did you?

Yes.

So I'm standing there,

and there's Brenda.

Our little Brenda.

You're sure it was Brenda?

She was in Nash's shop

talking to him.

What are you

looking at, Rachel?

The eyes in the back of your head.

People are asking

about you.

What am I supposed to say?

Tell them I'm immortal.

Quiet.

Don't be frightened.

- What's your name?

- Rachel.

- What happened?

- Everybody's dead.

I'm like you.

I'm alone.

Come with me, Rachel.

You're alive.

Why didn't you die?

Hey. It's a kind of magic.

- Move!

- Nein!

Heh heh heh.

Whatever you say, Jack.

You're the master race.

Let's go.

That was a long time ago.

Would you listen to me

for one moment, please?

You can't hide

your feelings from me.

I've known you too long.

What feelings?

How about loneliness?

I'm not lonely.

I've got everything

I need right here.

Oh, no, you don't.

You refuse to let

anyone love you.

Love is for poets.

You're such

a romantic, Rachel.

You always were.

Just a minute.

Good evening.

You want to dine

in the hall...

or shall we step inside?

Ohh.

Come in.

May I take your coat?

What? No, thanks.

I'll hold on to it.

Oh, fine.

Where are you going?

I forgot my earrings.

Make yourself a drink.

There are glasses in the bar.

You know what you're doing?

I like your place, Brenda.

I've been here three months.

Still fixing it up.

Interesting view.

What did you say?

I said, "lnteresting view"!

Isn't it great?

You never told me...

what you do

for a living.

I work for

the Metropolitan Museum...

in acquisitions.

Huh. That explains

your interest...

in ancient weapons.

Right.

Especially the samurai.

Very nice.

Shall we have a toast?

Yes.

Brandy.

Bottled in 1783.

Wow. That's old.

Mozart wrote

his great mass.

The Montgolfier Brothers went up...

in their first balloon.

And England recognized...

the independence

of the United States.

Is that right?

Yes.

What's that?

It's for you.

Can I open it?

If you like.

You bastard.

Where did you find this?

I have an extensive library.

Odd thing.

Your bio doesn't

mention the Met.

It says you work

for the police...

in forensics.

Are you and Moran

setting me up?

I don't work for Moran.

Then why is that bald policeman...

sitting outside

watching your apartment?

You remember him.

Moran's had him tailing me.

What are you going to do?

Question is,

what are you going to do?

Turn off the tape or

shoot me with the .45?

I'm not looking

for a killer.

I'm looking for a sword.

The one used on Fasil.

- I only want to see the samurai.

- Why?

Because it's not

supposed to exist.

I dated the blade

at 600 B.C.

The metal had been

folded 200 times.

The Japanese didn't make swords

like that till the Middle Ages.

So where the hell

did it come from?

If I could verify

its existence...

it would be like

discovering a 747...

a thousand years

before the Wright Brothers ever flew.

This is crazy.

Wait a minute, Nash.

I want some answers.

You want?

Don't you ever

think about anything...

except what you want?

You must leave her, brother.

# There's no time for us #

# There's no place for us #

# What is this thing

that fills our dreams #

# Yet slips away from us? #

# Who wants to live forever? #

# Who wants to live forever? #

# There's no chance for us #

# It's all decided for us #

# This world has

only one sweet moment #

# Set aside for us #

Heather!

# Who wants to live forever? #

# Who wants to live forever? #

Heather!

Connor, I'm here!

# Who dares to love forever #

# When love must die? ##

My beautiful man.

My husband.

I am that, my love.

I've never really known...

What?

Why you stayed.

Because I love you

as much now...

as the first day we met.

And I love you.

I don't want to die.

I want to stay

with you forever.

I want that too.

Will you do something

for me, Connor?

What, lass?

In the years to come,

will you light a candle...

and remember me

on my birthday?

Aye, love. I will.

I wanted to have

your children.

They would have been

strong and fine.

Don't see me, Connor.

Let me die in peace.

Where are we?

We're in the highlands.

Where else?

Running down a mountainside.

The sun is shining.

It's not cold.

You've got your sheepskins on...

and the boots

I made for you.

Good night,

my bonny Heather.

Hey! Kastagir.

Macleod, it's good

to see you again.

It seems like 100 years.

It's been 100 years.

How have you been?

Hey, this...

puts hairs on your chest.

What is it?

Boom-boom.

Big strong man like you...

shouldn't be afraid

of a little boom-boom.

Maybe you think

I'm trying to poison you.

I think you're crazy, Kastagir.

So...

the gathering is here.

Time's almost

caught us, friend.

Has it? Do you think

we should go on?

I think we should

have a party.

Oh, no. I remember

our last party.

Really?

When exactly was that?

It was 1783.

Oh, yes.

Your famous duel

on Boston Common.

You were drunk.

What was that guy's name again?

His name was Bassett.

The heavier blade, Mr. Bassett.

I implore you.

I am fighting this duel,

Hotchkiss, not you.

See if the imbecile is ready.

Mr. Bassett is waiting, sir.

Tell him I'm ready.

Christ! I've gone blind.

En garde, sir.

Wonderful, sir.

Thank you, Hotchkiss.

Bassett?

That you?

You missed him, Mr. Bassett.

The sword, the sword.

Stop, sir.

I beseech you.

I apologize for

calling your wife...

a bloated warthog--

And I bid you good day.

Shoot him, sir.

Shoot him.

Now, sir, in the back!

Now, sir!

Hotchkiss. Hotchkiss!

Stop it!

# Hotchkiss #

What?

No, sir.

No, no...

No! No! No!

That's the mood

of New York now.

Get out of here!

So far...

Earlier today, in response

to growing pressure...

the mayor's office issued

the following statement...

Give us a drink, pal.

Got a joint?

...vigorous investigation...

following up on

some promising leads.

Hey, Rockefeller,

how'd you like Candy?

She said you were

kind of kinky, huh?

Don't ever speak to me.

I didn't mean nothin'.

Look, I didn't mean--

Don't ever speak

to me again.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Good.

I hope you get your head

chopped off, a**hole.

And you!

Shut it!

# Here we stand #

# And here we fall #

# History won't care at all #

# Lay on the bed #

# Put out the light #

# ...won't be home tonight, yeah #

# We don't waste no time at all... #

- Hey, big boy.

- Slow down.

# Comes to you... #

# Ahh, we just waited

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